This piece of furniture is probably 30+ years old. It was my great uncle’s. And it’s meant to hold silverware! That’s it. Just silverware. For all of us who have 20lbs of silver cutlery lying around, it’s perfect. Not a useless piece of furniture at all. I’ve never seen anything like it.
Naturally, I had to paint it. It was a kind of reddish wood colour that matched absolutely nothing in my house before. My plan was to go with an all-over medium grey paint colour in a shiny finish. When I went to Home Depot to pick up some grey paint, this was the colour they gave me. Not so much grey so I’m kind of perplexed. But I’m still into it. It actually looks like an antique white so it really suits the piece.
And, since I love ‘before and after’ photos (when I actually remember to take a before photo), here they are:
Little N plays by herself for about 3 minutes a day. If I’m lucky. And that’s with a lot of encouragement. She likes me to be around so she can tell me that her purple skirt matches her purple ball, or tell me how there’s a speck of dirt on the ground and she’s not sure if she should eat it or put it in the garbage (I’m not sure why she insists on asking me because if I say no, don’t eat it, she will quickly put it in her mouth before I can snatch it away from her).
Which is completely fine. Most days.
Painting furniture is like therapy for me. Most people would say that about a hobby like gardening. But I enjoy turning a piece of furniture, old or new, into something unique. It is something I can work on as a project of my very own. That doesn’t involve work, or my husband, or my kids. Just me.
This sewing box is probably over 30 years old (and I completely forgot to get a ‘before’ picture – major oops!). It was my Grandma’s originally, and she passed it on to my mom, who then passed it on to me when I started up sewing. It actually has “Poland” stamped on the bottom which I thought was pretty neat.
I always felt it was kind of ugly. So, when the legs finally broke off a couple months ago my first thought was to throw it in the dump. Good thing I listened to my second, more brilliant, thought, which was to paint it! (My motto: when in doubt, just paint it)